Shameful Reckonings (8 page)

Gia straightened up finally and went back to her shower. Using hand soap to wash her hair was an unrewarding exercise, but she kept at it until her mane finally squeaked under her fingertips.

“Finish!” the trainer bellowed. Then he barked out several more words in several different languages for the benefit of the other women. Gia gave herself one more rinse under the spray and turned off the shower. Bending over, she began wringing out her hair. There didn’t seem to be any towels or hair dryers here, so there wasn’t anything else she could do.

“This way,” the trainer ordered, waving a hand. He didn’t use any foreign phrases. Apparently the hand gesture was supposed to be universal. Gia trudged over towards him. She was surprised when the black woman fell in alongside her and gave her a quick, shy smile.

This time the trainer led rather than shepherded them. They passed through the large room where they’d all been videotaped and along several corridors until they came to a large wooden door. There were two guards at the door, big, bald, swarthy men naked to their waists. They opened the door as the trainer approached with the women in tow.

“Inside,” the trainer ordered. He stepped aside and made more hand gestures. Gia sighed again, wondering what new horror she would be forced to endure, and stepped through the doorway. The other women trailed in behind her. The black woman bumped into her as Gia stopped short just inside.

The room they’d just entered looked like some storybook illustration of a harem. There were bright-colored cushions spread all over the floor, low couches – or were they beds? – against the walls, even a small fountain in the far corner. In the middle of the room stood a low, wide table. There were bowls on the table full of fruit. Gia recognized bananas, apples and oranges. There were other fruits there, but she had no idea what they were. The oriental women pushed past her, chattering happily as they caught sight of the fruit and made beelines for it.

The door banged shut behind her, making Gia jump. She looked around. The trainer wasn’t there. The black woman was, though, and she gave Gia that shy smile again. Her teeth seemed unnaturally white against the smooth ebony tone of her skin. She was about the same height as Gia, but much more slender.

“Tana,” she said, pointing to herself. Was that her name? Gia pointed to herself. “Gia,” she said.

“Gia,” the black woman smiled more widely and nodded.

“I don’t suppose you speak English, do you?” Gia asked. All she got in reply was a blank stare. Gia turned away and went over to the table. There were still some bananas left. She picked up two, and an apple, and retreated to one of the couches… or beds… or whatever they were… in a corner. It was well-upholstered, nicely padded and covered with some kind of silky cloth. It was built like a wide bench, with one end rising up at a low angle. The raised part seemed to be more softly padded than the rest of it. It looked as if it was intended as a headrest. Gia contented herself with sitting on the level part and eating her fruit. The bananas helped to clear the last nasty taste of semen from her mouth, and the apple was delicious. She noticed the oriental women had gathered into a small group nearby. They were peeling and eating some of the unfamiliar fruit and speaking to each other in hushed tones.

“Gia?” Startled, Gia turned to see Tana hovering nearby. She was holding a small bunch of bananas and looking at Gia with a question on her face. Gia sighed. She hadn’t wanted company, but if Tana had been through the same hell as she had been she just didn’t have the heart to turn the woman away. She moved sideways on the – whatever it was – leaving room for Tana to sit next to her. The woman smiled and made some kind of bobbing motion before she sat down next to Gia and set to consuming her bananas. For the first time, Gia took note that Tana’s pussy was as bald as hers. She looked at the oriental women. They still had pubic hair, but it seemed to have been trimmed to a neat stripe on all of them.

Gia felt suddenly very tired. She looked around the room. It wasn’t all that large, but the ceiling seemed to be very high overhead. As she looked up, she saw surveillance cameras set high on the walls, one to each corner. All four had little red lights showing, and she shivered. They weren’t being left alone here, not even for a little while. Somewhere, somebody was watching them.

Chapter Seven

“Up, bitch. Get up!”

Gia stirred and murmured, still only half-awake. Someone was nudging her very roughly in her ribs with something blunt and hard. She rolled heavily onto her back and looked up, shielding her eyes against the lights overhead. Those eyes went wide as she saw that it was her ‘trainer’. She scrambled to her feet, wondering how she had wound up sleeping among the cushions on the floor. The last thing she could recall was stretching out on the couch-bed-thing, trying and failing to avoid contact with Tana who insisted on sharing it with her. She got to her feet and stood waiting, her eyes downcast. Her trainer patted her hip.

“Good girl,” he chuckled. “Good Gia.” She stood still as he buckled a black leather collar around her neck and clipped a leash to it. As he was doing that, she took a quick, furtive look around. There were only two of the oriental women still in the room. They were curled up asleep on separate couches. There was no sign of Tana.

“Come along,” her trainer said as he gave her leash a couple of sharp tugs. Gia knew better by now than to resist. She followed him out of the doorway, past the two guards, and down the corridor. She tensed up when they came to the chamber where she’d been videotaped earlier. One of the oriental women was already there, kneeling on some kind of thin pad that looked like a small gym mat. She was bent over and sobbing. Gia noticed that her hands were secured behind her with wide leather cuffs. The two cameramen were there also, as well as a swarthy, muscular bald man. She had a sudden sinking feeling.

“Over here,” her trainer told her, jerking her leash again. Gia stumbled after him, past the sobbing woman, dreading whatever was to come. The bald man began buckling another pair of leather cuffs on her wrists.

“What…” Gia began. Her trainer slapped her as if he was striking a misbehaving dog.

“Shut up,” he ordered. “Keep quiet.”

The cuffs felt tight around her wrists. Gia stood shuddering as the bald man clipped them together in front of her and then lifted her arms up over her head and clipped them to a chain dangling down from the ceiling. Gia found herself standing almost on tiptoe. Her trainer stood in front of her and took hold of her chin.

“Now we see how you perform, bitch,” he said. “It’s best if you don’t fight it.”

Fight what? Gia looked around, nearly panicking, as she tried to see what ‘it’ might be. Her trainer stepped away from her, and then she saw the bald man coming back at her with a big vibrator in his hand. It was shaped like an oversized cock.

“No!” Gia shrieked. She tried to back away from this new torment, but it was impossible. She managed to get perhaps half a step before she found herself completely on her toes and unable to go any further. Then there was a sharp ‘crack!’ and something stung her ass. She yelped in pain.

“Get back in place, bitch,” she heard her trainer order, “or you’ll get worse.”

Gia slowly edged back to her original position. At least she didn’t cry. The bald man grinned nastily and held the vibrator up inches from her nose and switched it on. Gia flinched at the sudden low buzzing noise and almost started to back away again until she remembered how much that would hurt. She saw the cameramen moving into positions to film her latest humiliation and closed her eyes. She immediately felt the tip of the vibrator pressed against her lips.

“Make love to it, Gia,” her trainer ordered. “Open your mouth.”

She opened her mouth, but kept her eyes closed. The vibrator tickled her tongue and felt unpleasant whenever it touched her teeth. She felt it being pushed deeper and deeper into her mouth and braced herself for when it would make her gag. But the bald man never pushed it in deep enough for that. Instead he began sliding it slowly in and out, in and out. Gia kept her eyes closed through all of it.

When she began to drool, the bald man pulled it completely out of her mouth and applied the tip to her nipple. Gia squealed and her eyes flew open. She looked down, shivering and shuddering. She’d never felt anything like this new sensation before. It was maddening, almost unbearable, somewhere between torture and pleasure. She saw her nipple quickly swell from the mechanical stimulation, and then the sensation went straight into full torture mode. She tried to stay quiet, and couldn’t. She tilted her head back and yowled in complaint, shaking her body as if she was trying to shake off a fly. The men just laughed. The bald man switched briefly to her other nipple while he took the swollen one into his mouth. She felt him biting at it, hard enough for it to hurt, but not hard enough to break the skin. She yowled again, but kept very still now for fear of hurting herself.

Then both the mouth and the vibrator were gone. Gia let her head drop. She was breathing heavily through her mouth now. The bald man began squeezing her breasts with his free hand. It was not as unpleasant as what he’d been doing, but it was unpleasant enough. Her trainer gripped her by her hair, pulling her head back again.

“Spread those lovely legs now, Gia,” he purred into her ear.

She obeyed before she’d even thought about what he’d said. She couldn’t spread her legs very wide, but she did what she could. The bald man knelt down in front of her and began sliding the vibrator up into her pussy. He went slowly at first, just in a little way and wriggling it around, getting his victim wet. Gia jerked and squealed, almost hanging from the chain now. Her trainer lashed her ass again to make her hold still.

Her legs were beginning to quiver from the strain, but Gia kept still as the bald man kept working the vibrator in and out of her, going a little deeper and making her a little wetter each time. She hated it. She hated everything that they did to her here, but there was nothing she could do about the responses he was coaxing out of her body. What he was doing still hurt, but nowhere near as much as the gang rape earlier had. She kept her eyes closed so she didn’t have to watch the cameramen prowling around her, videotaping every moment of her degradation, sometimes in close-up. She tried to will her mind out of her body, but it wasn’t working. The harder she tried to ignore the vibrator the more she could feel it and the more it
did
things to her.

“Cor! Look how wet this bitch is getting!” the bald man called out.

“Yeah,” Gia heard her trainer laugh. “She’s a natural. Can’t help it, can you, bitch?”

Gia moaned. The fact was that she
couldn’t
help it, even though she hated what they were doing to her. She could feel the vibrator sliding
in
and
out
, in exactly the same rhythm as a man making love to her. She began shivering uncontrollably from the regular thrusting and constant, maddening vibrations radiating outwards from her pussy. Since she was still standing on her toes, the muscles in her thighs and calves began quaking as well: Yet she didn’t dare try to move her feet closer together. She moaned again, in pain this time.

“Hurry up and finish her off, mate,” she heard her trainer say. “She’s getting weak.”

“I know my business,” she heard the bald man snap. And then he changed what he was doing with the vibrator. Gia threw her head back and howled.

“No… no… no… no…” she shook her head wildly as the bald man pressed the vibrator up against her clit. She wailed: “Nooooooo!”

The orgasm hit her without warning. It was fast and violent and overwhelming. It seemed to short out her brain in a rapid succession of blinding white flashes. And then it went on and on. She heard a woman hooting and howling. She only dimly recognized her own voice. Then everything went blank.

Gia came awake shrieking as someone threw a bucket of cold water over her. She sputtered, tossing her head. She realized that she was hanging by her wrists and tried to stand, but her legs felt weak and rubbery. The best she could do was take a little of the strain off of her wrists.

“What a show!” she heard her trainer chuckle. She felt someone patting her ass and thought that it must be him. She shook wet strands of hair off of her face and saw the cameramen still filming. The bald man was standing off to one side, just grinning at her. Gia couldn’t bring herself to look at him. She let her head droop and concentrated on trying to stand. Her leg muscles felt weak and shaky, as if she’d just run a long race. She huffed and gasped until her legs regained a little strength and her breathing returned to something like normal.

“You got all that on tape?” Gia’s trainer asked the cameramen.

“Every little twitch,” one of them grinned back. “You don’t see a performance like that every day. I’m gonna make a copy for myself.”

Gia could feel her face reddening. She had loathed every moment of her ordeal here, but because her body had betrayed her these men might be thinking otherwise.

“All right, Gia, let’s get you moved,” her trainer said as he freed her wrist cuffs from the dangling chain. He expertly twisted her arms behind her and clipped the cuffs together. She had to lean against him for support or let herself fall to the cold, hard floor. Her legs were still uncertain.

He half-led, half-dragged her back to the small cells. Gia saw Tana in one of them, kneeling with her arms secured behind her. Tana’s ebony skin was glistening with sweat as she sucked on the cock of the man in her cage with her. Her eyes were open, looking fearfully up at the man’s face. She risked a swift sidelong glance at Gia and earned a growled warning for that. Then Gia was led past that cell and shoved into the same one she’d been raped in earlier. There was a fresh woven straw mat on the floor, and she stumbled and fell heavily onto it.

“Get up, bitch,” her trainer said. He took a grip of her still-wet hair and hauled her up onto her knees. She looked up at him pleadingly. She couldn’t take any more of this treatment. She just
couldn’t!